"A Sarira is formed when an enlightened eminent monk passes away, condensed from a lifetime of cultivation. But the Sarira in my hand was born from the fortune of heaven and earth and possesses supreme power. It is called the Ancestral Sarira."
Buddha said calmly, making E Cang immensely envious. Sun Wukong remained unmoved.
"This monkey can still grow stronger, but the time is too short." Buddha stared at Sun Wukong with a smile, as though he were looking at a rare treasure.
The other disciples all looked at Sun Wukong with envy and jealousy. Why should Sun Wukong receive the Sarira?
Why couldn't disciples of their own sect receive it?
"Buddha, do you have any more Sarira? Such a fine treasure should be brought out for everyone to have a taste!" E Cang said with a grin, making all the disciples' eyes light up.
One by one, they gazed eagerly at Buddha.
Buddha shook his head. "There are not many Ancestral Sarira. Moreover, this item has both benefits and drawbacks. Although Sun Wukong is a general of the Great Qin Heavenly Court, he was born shrouded in merit, and it differs from the merit of our world. Perhaps one day, he may transcend the Heavenly Dao. It is not impossible."
Boom—
The moment he finished speaking, thunder rumbled beneath the clear skies outside Leiyin Temple.
It was as if the heavens were warning Buddha.
The Buddhist disciples exchanged looks. Though they found it hard to believe, they had never doubted Buddha Ancestor's words.
E Cang's old eyes shifted around as he pondered something.
"Wukong, do not waste my goodwill." Buddha looked at Sun Wukong again.
Sun Wukong stood there like an iron tower, giving no answer. Buddha was not surprised, because he knew Sun Wukong could not answer.
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